I got out of the pool and we all moved over to the table to have a beer. I noticed Josh and maybe I was imagining it but the bulge at his crotch looked bigger and fuller. I hoped it wasn’t noticeable, but after the completely innocuous comments from Josh, I am sure I acted somewhat flustered. And I noticed that with my wet swimsuit, my erect nipples showed beneath the fabric. Josh seemed to notice because he kept glancing down at my chest; Kurt did as well. I had always been somewhat vain about my big, prominent nipples but now, I felt like they were betraying me in some way. To top it off, I couldn’t keep my eyes off their bare chests and wished I was in position to see their crotches.
So what does that tell you about me? Over the last two years, I kept telling myself that it was for the best that Josh found a serious girlfriend, that we didn’t need to be doing what we’d been doing and I was relieved it was over; that I would never do anything like that again, and didn’t really believe I was in my right mind when I let it happen before. That’s what I told myself. But, look at me now. I’d had a wet vagina much of the afternoon…and now just from the pool, my nipples were poked out like I had steel balls under my top, I had been lusting after the bodies of two guys half my age, and…and…I could not get out of my mind Josh’s words and looks that seemed to have so much meaning behind them. See, the thing was, Josh always called me Mom unless we were having sex and then sometimes he used my name Rita. Our sexual relationship was definitely d/s, which I had never even heard of before and he used my name as a way of asserting his domination, which I found out was a big turn-on to me.
I was both relieved and afraid when Kurt said he had to leave. Josh had to take him home so I took the opportunity of going upstairs and pulling off my wet swimsuit and jumping in the shower. We had a big shower stall and it had a seat in the back of it so when I got in, before I got under the warm water flowing from the triple shower heads, I put a foot on the seat and spread my legs and again, felt how swollen my lips were and how wet my pussy was. God, it felt so damn good to feel it, remembering, as I often did, those times when Josh’s fingers caressing it, with his fingers, or tongue, or, oh my God, his big cock. Finally though, I quit rubbing, thinking about waiting until the evening when I was alone. And I was determined that I was not going to give in to Josh even if he wants me. He has a significant other now and it was time we put the past behind us. I was the parent and it was my responsibility to end it if it came up again (no pun intended.)
Just as I was beginning to soap up, I felt the rush of air as the bathroom door opened. It was Josh. I called out, “hi Josh, I’ll be through in a little bit. Why don’t you go downstairs and see what there is for dinner.”
He didn’t answer but through the steam-covered glass I could see him as he dropped his swimsuit and pulled off his shirt. He then walked into the shower. I turned and he was of course naked, and my eyes immediately went to his lower belly. His cock was fully erect and so damn amazing surrounded by the curls of his dark brown pubic hair.